Setting: Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

Characters:
Karaul - Gentled Resident of the Tower
Morillin - Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah
Yuluriss - Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah

Morillin makes her way outside, pausing for a moment before moving closer to where the man sits. "Not swinging a sword, Karaul? How surprising."

Karaul raises a brow, most likely from a hint of irritation, "I don't remember ever telling you I found any enjoyment in such activities, Sedai." he smirks, the last word sounding more like a derogatory comment then a title.

Morillin gives him a look of feigned surprise. "If you dislike it so much, why bother training at all, Karaul? I always thought men could be unreasonable, but you carry it to a fault."

Karaul smirks and offers a slow chuckle before he begins to speak casually. "You and your 'sisters' have given me little of a choice now, haven't you. I either train as a warder, or read till my eyes hurt. Might as well try both."

Morillin steps closer, skirts whispering softly. "There are always other options, Karaul," she murmurs, smiling down at you. "Death, for one. For a man who despises Aes Sedai so much, you do a surprisingly good job of letting us do with you what we will." Her soft, mocking laughter implies no man could possibly avoid such a fate in any case. "Poor thing."

Karaul shrugs softly, "What better way to defeat one's enemies then allow them to teach him? I learn more about you all then most men ever do. You and your sisters are more likely the 'poor things'." he grins wryly, offering a moment later. "Sedai."

You say "How amusing you think so, Karaul. I promise you, however....no one who does not wear the shawl knows Aes Sedai. Not completely."

Karaul seems fairly amused at Morillin's words, but his voice remains calm and casual as he speaks. "Sedai aren't in the position to know themselves. And look far too much into their own desires to know much about the rest. Outsiders can find themselves in the best of positions to know much, is that not true, Sedai?"

Morillin smiles. "Not always, Karaul. The White Tower is a place no man fully comprehends. Nor does he truly belong here." She settles herself beside you on the bench as she speaks.

Karaul raises an eyebrow curiously, "You are wrong Sedai. I don't belong here in any way or fashion."

Morillin nods. "Come with me." Rising gracefully, she turns towards the kitchen gardens.

Karaul takes a moment to finish the page he is currently on, then with a small shrug rises. He claps the book shut tiredly and folds his arms over it. "Yes Sedai." he says as he follows a fair distance behind.

[shift to the Kitchen Gardens]

Morillin makes her way to a secluded spot in one corner of the garden, where a slim stone bench rests. Settling herself upon it, she says only, "Sit."

Karaul nods hesitantly, his manner finally getting a slight bit nervous as he slowly makes his way over to the bench. Standing in front of the bench, he pulls himself down onto the bench and rests the book on his leg. "Yes?"

(OOC: A brief conversation follows, which wasn't logged.)

Yuluriss walks out of the kitchen entrance.

Morillin is seated beside Karaul on a distant bench, apparently holding one of his hands down on the bench between them. Abruptly, the glow of saidar surrounds her.

The familir honey haired Red Sister glides into the garden from the Kitchens. A cool brow arches at Morillin's and Karaul's hand, locked together. Her smile only grows wider, condescending, "Well Morillin, it seems you have more men in your pocket than I gave you credit for. And this one is a particular surprise."

Karaul grimaces firmly, but holds such a face for only a moment as he jerks his hand back to his lap tiredly. Only a twitch of an eyelid now and then occurs on his face, the only sign of any emotion other then humor.

Yuluriss's gaze flickers to Karaul, her eyes narrowing slightly. Perhaps a reassessment.

Morillin releases Karaul's hand a moment after Yuluriss speaks, turning an icy gaze on the other Red sister. "I grow tired of your constant interference, sister." She releases saidar as she speaks.

Karaul smirks slightly at the other Red Sister's comment. "You Sedai have a bad habit of not looking far enough into a person." he stands quickly and drops a gaze on both. "If you'll excuse me, there are better things to spend one's time doing, Sedai." He takes a step back and turns away a moment later.

Morillin says coolly, "Be sure to have that finger seen to, Karaul."

Yuluriss chimes coolly, "It would be less frustrating for you if you simply grew used to it. Now then, perhaps you would care to tell me what you were doing to that man? If not, then perhaps I could just tell our fellow sisters that you seem to have grown rather fond of our guest." She seems to disregard Karaul altogether.

Karaul chuckles heartily at the words spoke by Morillin to him, and apparently at the other Red's comment. "We shall see...." is all he says before slipping into the courtyard.
Karaul opens the gate to the courtyard and leaves.

Morillin rises slowly to her considerable height, dark features worked into an expression of cold contempt. "This time, Yuluriss, you will not have an opportunity to gossip," she informs you softly as she steps closer. "Do you remember when I said you were not fit for the Red, sister? Well....I think it past time I did something about that."

Yuluriss's smile only grows a bit wider, as if watching a bitter antagonist walk herself off the edge of a cliff. A cold smile, "Young Morillin. How a girl can glide through training without learning anything is beyond me, but I will be happy to give you your first lesson in Tower politics. I watched what you did with that man. Crushed his finger. I can only assume that he tried to harm you in some way, but still, the Hall will not forgive you for trying less 'damaging' means of stopping his attack. Fool child. My only regret is that your mistakes will cost the Red Ajah dearly."

The golden glow of saidar suddenly springs to life around Morillin, outlining her slim form. Faster than thought, a flow of Air flicks towards your throat with the intention to crush what lies beneath the skin. After all, you can't scream without a voice box. "Karaul did not attack me, sister," she informs you as she continues to approach, her flows streaking towards you.

With a sickening crunching sound, Yuluriss's larynx is destroyed with the blow of Air. The woman's eyes widen in painful astonishment. A wheezing, gurgling breath escapes her as she reaches up to grasp her ruined throat. A step back, then another. Her shocked, unbelieving eyes settle on Morillin. As the other woman's words reach her ears, that unbelieving stare grows into undisguised horror.

Morillin's lips curl, slowly, into a smile as she advances steadily. "Do you begin to appreciate the truth now, Yuluriss?" She flicks her wrist, and a slim knife slides neatly into her palm. "All this time, while you looked down your nose at me, I have been planning the moment when I would rip the life from your body." For a moment, she pauses, smiling brightly. "It would seem the moment has finally come. Are you ready, sister?"

With ghastly horror darkening her face, Yuluriss stumbles backward away from the threatening blade and the murderous woman before her. Still grasping her ruined throat, she lashes out as best she can. The glow of Saidar blooms around Yuluriss just before a weave of spirit winks into existence and snaps forward to severe Morillins' grasp of the true source.

The flows of Spirit are blocked by more of the same, woven easily by the other woman. Morillin actually tilts her head back and laughs musically. "Oh, it is much too late for that," she purrs, before darting forward with all the speed and agility a child is forced to acquire in the Rahad of Ebou Dar and later honed by physical training. The knife flashes in the dim moonlight, dully, as it stabs at Yuluriss' midsection.

As deft as her opponent, Yuluriss already begins another attack of the same weave, but the attack dissipates even before it reaches the other Red Sister. A tortured gurgling cry erupts from Yuluriss's throat as Morillin's knife plunges deep into her midsection, causing her to lose focus on the weave. She shudders convulsively and desperately tries to crawl away with whatever strength remains.

Morillin presses herself tightly against the other woman as she twists the knife deeper into her belly, then slices upwards with one convulsive heave of her arm. Blood spurts onto her dress, indistinguishable against the crimson silk in this light.

Entrails tumble out of the long vertical cut, steaming and slick with blood. Yuluriss's mouth works silently. Horror. Anguish. Agony beyond imagining. She falls onto her back. Her resistance failing with the sudden lack of strength. Long slender fingers that used to thoughtfully tap her lips, now tangle in her escaping bowels. A vain reflexive attempt to gather them back in. Each fumble however is weaker than the last. Finally, Yuluriss can do nothing but lay on the ground and breathe. An distant green gaze looks to the sky while her mouth works at forming a plea to the Light for help.

The grass whispers softly as Morillin moves to stand over you. High above, the wan light of the moon is eclipsed by the glow of saidar which surrounds the tall woman. "May the Great Lord of the Dark do with your soul whatever He pleases," she murmurs as she goes to work on removing your limbs. A wrenching pain suddenly grips your shoulder as the arm is slowly pried from the joint holding it in place.

Yuluriss's heart still beats. Her chest still breathes, but slowly and raggedly. A last faint gurgle of agony escapes her lips to drift to your ears. Her body jerks involuntarily as he gaze grows more distant until her eyes see nothing. Her breathing still. Her heart still. Dead.

OOC: Morillin hehes. Well, that was fun. I got to work out my issues and so on.

OOC: Yuluriss laughs!